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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.