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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.