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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Pole,
Lalann,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.