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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.