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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.