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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.