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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.