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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.