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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugazi 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.