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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.