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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.