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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.