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 Russia and from New York.
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 Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.