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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.