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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.