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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.