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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.