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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.