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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.