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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.