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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.