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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.