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 China and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Wings,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.