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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.