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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.