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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Monks,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.