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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.