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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.