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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.