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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.