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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Wire,
MC5,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.