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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.