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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.