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 Swaziland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Wire,
UT,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.