Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.