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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.