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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.