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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Mars,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.