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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.