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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.