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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.