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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.