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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.