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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.