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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
the Slits,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.