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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.