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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Can,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.