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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Association to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.