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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.