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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.