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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.