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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Sound,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.