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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.