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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.