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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.