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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.