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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.