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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.