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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.