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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.