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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.