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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.