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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.