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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Brick,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.