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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
AZ,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.