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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.