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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.