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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.