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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.