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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Martian,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.