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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.