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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.