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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.