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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.