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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.