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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mojo Men,
Josef K,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.