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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.