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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.