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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.