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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.