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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.