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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.