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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.