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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.