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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.