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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.