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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.