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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.