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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Pylon,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.