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 Russia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.