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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.