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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.