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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.