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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Hashim,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.