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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Doors,
JFA,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.