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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.