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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.