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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Index,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.