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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.