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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.