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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Wire,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.