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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.