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 Chile and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
X-101,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.