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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.