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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.