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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Technova,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.