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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.