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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
UT,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.