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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.