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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.