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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Jandek,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Niagra,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.