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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.