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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Durutti Column to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.