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 Togo 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Nico,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.