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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.