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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.