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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.