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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.