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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.