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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.