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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.