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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.