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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.