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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.