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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Martian,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.