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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.