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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.