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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
UT,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.