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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.