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 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.