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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.