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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.