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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.