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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.