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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.