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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.