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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.