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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.