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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.