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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.