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 India and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Slave,
The Index,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.