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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.