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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.