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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.