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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.