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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.