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 Libya and from Houston.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.