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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.