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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.