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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.