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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.