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 Iran 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.