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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.