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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.