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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.