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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.