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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.