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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.