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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.