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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Japan,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.