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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
AZ,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.