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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Television,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.