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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.