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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.