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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Organ to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.