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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.