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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.