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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Suicide to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.