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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.