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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.