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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.