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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.