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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.