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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.