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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.