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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.