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 Germany 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
ABC,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.