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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.