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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Fear,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.