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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.