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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.