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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.