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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.