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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.