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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.