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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.