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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.