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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.