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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
John Cale,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.