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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.