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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.