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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.