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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.