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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.