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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.