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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.