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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.