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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.