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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.