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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.