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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.