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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.