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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.