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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.