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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 the Swans 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.