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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Wire,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.