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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
the Association,
EPMD,
Hoover,
X-101,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.