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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.