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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.