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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.