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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.