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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Niagra,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.