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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.