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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.