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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.