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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.