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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Flipper,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.