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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Faust,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.