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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Japan,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.