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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Nico,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.