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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.