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 Belarus 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.