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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Television,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.