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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Magma to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.