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 Spain 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.