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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Television,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
UT,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.