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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.