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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.