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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.