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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.