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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Q65,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Technova,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.