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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.