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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.