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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.