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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.