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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.