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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
X-101,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.