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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.