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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.