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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.