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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.