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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Slave,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.