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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
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.