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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.