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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Organ,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.