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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.