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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.