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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
World's Most,
JFA,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Pole,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.