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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Pole,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.