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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.