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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Seeds to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.