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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.