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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
UT,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.