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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
AZ,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.