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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.