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 Kosovo 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.