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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.