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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.