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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.