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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.