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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.