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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.