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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
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.