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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.