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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.