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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.