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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.