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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.