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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.