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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Cure,
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Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.