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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.