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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.