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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.