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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.