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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.