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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.