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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.