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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Sound,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.