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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.