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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.