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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.