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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.