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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.