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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.