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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
UT,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.