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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.