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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.