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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.