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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.