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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.