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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.