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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.