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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.