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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.