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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.