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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.