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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.