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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.