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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.