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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.