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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.