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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.