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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.