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 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
MDC,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
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.