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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.