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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.