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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.