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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Index,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.