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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Lungfish,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.