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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.