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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.