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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.