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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.