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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.