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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.