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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Nico,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.