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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
JFA,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.