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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.