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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Ultravox,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.