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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.