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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.