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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.