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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 snare 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.