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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
June Days,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.