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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
10cc,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.