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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Make Up 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.