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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.