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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.