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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Swans,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.