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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Jandek 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.