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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.