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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.