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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.