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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.