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 Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.