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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.