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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.