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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.