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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.