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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.