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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.