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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Names,
New Order,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.