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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.