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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.