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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.