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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.