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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.