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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.