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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.