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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.