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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.