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 France 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.