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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.