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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.