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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.