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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.