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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.