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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
UT,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.