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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.