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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.