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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.