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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.