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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.