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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.