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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.