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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.