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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.