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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.