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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.