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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.