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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.