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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.