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 Russia and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.