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 Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.