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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Association to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
PIL,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.