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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.