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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.