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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.