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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.