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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.