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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.