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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.