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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Television,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.