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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.