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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.