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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.