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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.