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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.