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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.