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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.