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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.