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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.