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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.