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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.