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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.