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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
JFA,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.