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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.