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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.