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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.