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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.