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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.