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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.