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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.