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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.