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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.