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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.