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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Gong,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
AZ,
The Names,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
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.