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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.