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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Kayak,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.