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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.