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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Association to the dance 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.