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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
MC5,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.