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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.