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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
AZ,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.