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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.