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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.