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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.