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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.