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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.