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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.