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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.