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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.