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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
JFA,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.