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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.