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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.