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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.