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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
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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.