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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.