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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.