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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Monolake,
X-102,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.