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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.