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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Television,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.