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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
the Swans,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.