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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
X-101,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Kayak,
Mars,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.