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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.