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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Index,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.