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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.