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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.