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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.