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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.