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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.