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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Fear,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.