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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Television,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.