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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.