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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.