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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Monks,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.