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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.