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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.