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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.