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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.