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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.