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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.