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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Crime,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.