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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
the Swans,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.