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 Djibouti 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.