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 India and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.