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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Scion,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.