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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.