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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.