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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
JFA,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.