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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Slits,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.