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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.