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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
X-101,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Index,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.