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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.