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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.