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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.