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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.