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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.