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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Slits,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.