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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.