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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.