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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.