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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Monks,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.