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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.