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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.