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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.