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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.