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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.