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 Equatorial 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.