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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s 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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.