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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.