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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Crime,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.