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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Television,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Invisible,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.