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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.