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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.