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 Micronesia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
ABC,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.