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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.