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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.