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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.