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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.