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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.