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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DNA,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.