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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.