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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.