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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.