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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Main Source,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.