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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.