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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.