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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.