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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.