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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.