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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.