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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.