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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.