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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.