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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
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.