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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.