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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.