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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.