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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.