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 Paraguay 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Faust,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.