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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.